"For those of you just tuning in, welcome to the World Martial Arts Tournament," the announcer said calmly. "It's about 2:35 PM, the weather is sunny, and crazy alien monsters are going to kill us all! SOMEBODY HELP US!"

The announcer cleared his throat and continued. "Shortly after the conclusion of the tournament, three rogue fighters appeared. First is a yellow ant-like creature, with a massive head, tiny body, and a cape for no apparent reason. We have been able to confirm that he is the leader of the group, and his name is Babbety. He claims to be a wizard, bent on world domination."

Video footage of Babidi played onscreen, for the benefit of all the home viewers.

"Second, we have a large red creature who looks like a demon on steroids. We are unsure if he is related to the Demon King Piccolo, who appeared at a previous World Martial Arts Tournament. This creature seems to be called The Burra. He seems to be the strongest fighter in the group."

A picture of Dabura appeared onscreen.

"The third member of the group seems to be none other than Videl Satan, daughter of the World Champion Hercule Satan. She won second place in the Junior Division today, but this is not the Videl we know from this morning. Her skin has changed color, her eyes are bruised, and there is a large 'M' on her forehead. She demands to be called Mah-Jongg Videl."

Two videos played side-by-side. One showed Videl, fighting in the tournament that morning. The other showed Majin Videl.

"No one has been able to account for this dramatic change in Videl's appearance and personality, in just a few hours. Some people have suggested that she was brainwashed, and some say that the wizard has cast an evil spell on her. Still other people believe that the demon is somehow possessing her. In any case, all we know for sure is that she bears little resemblance to her former self, and she is now highly dangerous."

The announcer shifted his grip on the microphone.

"These three monsters have fought and defeated all of the Earth's best fighters," he said. "All of the contestants in today's World Martial Arts Tournament stepped up to fight, including the winner of the Junior Division Championships, Gohan Son. The only fighters who have yet to fight are Mighty Mask, who has not been seen since his disqualification, Jumping Jeffrey, who left immediately after losing in the first two minutes of the tournament, and the World Champion, Hercule Satan.

"Everyone can remember two years ago, when the World Champion Hercule saved us all by defeating the evil monster Cell. But can he save the world again? After all, one of the monsters this time...is his own daughter! He—what?"

The announcer almost fell over, and he continued his commentary as the camera zoomed to the other side of the arena, where Hercule was running towards Babidi and Majin Videl. "It seems that our champion has made up his mind! He's going to confront these villains after all! He—oh, he's attacking Babbety! The little yellow creature is too weak to fight back!

"No, it seems that he's getting Mah-Jongg Videl to fight for him! I'd like to remind everyone that Babbety is the leader of the group, and so far, he has forced the other two to do all the fighting for him.

"But not this time, it seems! Mah-Jongg Videl seems hesitant to attack her own father! It looked like she was going to attack for a moment there, but now she's backing off! Meanwhile, Hercule continues to attack relentlessly! Perhaps he will actually defeat the evil wizard! Yes, if this keeps up, Hercule will surely—"

The announcer gasped as a large man entered into frame. "It's the other fighter, The Burra!"

Dabura lost little time in forcibly picking up Hercule by the scruff on the neck.

"Hey! Put me down!" Hercule said, flinging his arms and legs around. "I need to beat up that overgrown cockroach for turning my daughter evil!"

"Kill him, Majin Videl!" Babidi ordered.

"I...I..." Majin Videl said, shaking her head. Suddenly, her voice broke, and she seemed to revert to her normal personality for a moment. "I can't do it! He's my dad! I can't hurt him!"

"WHAT?" Babidi shouted.

"That's it!" Videl said. "You said I could back out of the deal at any time, right? Well, I'm backing out now! Take your stupid powers back!"

Babidi held back a scream, then he started chuckling. "As you wish, Videl. You'll see what I do to traitors!"

Babidi started chanting a magic spell. Suddenly, Videl's head swelled and her body stretched out. It felt like her head was a ball of silly putty, and Babidi was playing around with it for a while, before he threw it away.

The blood rushed out of Videl's head, as all her air was cut off. Dabura smirked, amused at seeing her drawn-out death. It never crossed Dabura's mind that Babidi's habit of killing his employees made him a very unsafe person to work for.

That was when a healthy-sized energy blast came out of nowhere and hit Babidi. The wizard was thrown backwards into the side of the arena.

"There's more where that came from," Piccolo said.

Dabura turned around to face the lean, green, fighting machine. "You realize that now I have to kill you, of course," he said.

"Funny. I was going to say that," Piccolo said. "What did you do to Gohan?"

"Him?" Dabura said, angling his head towards that statue of Gohan.

Piccolo nodded.

"I turned him into stone," Dabura said. "Now he gets to spend the rest of his life as a statue. Isn't that nice?"

"And of course, you refuse to turn him back to normal," Piccolo said.

Dabura grinned. There's no way to reverse the process, except by killing me."

Piccolo smirked. "Good, that's just what I was planning on doing," he said.

Fortunately for Videl, once Babidi was hit by Piccolo's attack, the spell on her was cut off.

She collapsed on the ground immediately. Hercule looked around to make sure no one was watching before he picked her up and ran away.

Specifically, Hercule took her to the Champion's room, where he splashed a glass of water on her head, to wake her up.

"Hey!" Videl said. "What did you—?"

"Hold still," Hercule said. Taking a washcloth, her rubbed her forehead roughly.

"Ow!" Videl said.

"It won't come off!" Hercule said. "Don't tell me that tattoo is real?"

"I don't have a tattoo. Don't be stupid," Videl said.

Hercule dragged Videl over to the mirror. "Oh, yeah? Look at yourself!"

Videl stared at her reflection in horror. The "M" on her forehead stood out strongly against her pale gray skin, and her bulging muscles made it look like she was on steroids.

"What happened to me?" Videl asked.

"You are grounded until the end of time for this, you hear me?" Hercule said. "As for your evil friends, you are never allowed to see them again! I want—"

"This isn't my fault!" Videl said. "I let the wizard guy cast some kind of spell on me, and he—"

"You let a complete stranger do weird things to you?" Hercule asked. "Especially a stranger who looks...like that?"

"I...I wasn't thinking clearly!" Videl said. "I was too angry about losing, and I wanted power and strength and..."

Videl's eyes glazed over, which scared Hercule. "Videl?"

"You're not the strongest fighter in the world!" Majin Videl said. "You're not even close! You're a pathetic weakling!"

"You can't talk to your father that way!" Hercule said.

Majin Videl slapped Hercule into the nearest wall. "You didn't defeat Cell, did you? You've been lying to everyone all these years! You're a liar and a loser and a weakling, and that's why I hate you!"

In retrospect, Hercule would admit that it was not the smartest idea to try to reason with the evil version of his daughter. After all, many teenagers have pent-up aggression against their parents.

Piccolo knew that he could not win the fight against Dabura. Perhaps if Piccolo went all-out, he could have won, but in Piccolo's mind, the fight was just a delaying tactic.

Piccolo had no less than three plans on how to defeat the villains, and all three of them involved stretching out the fight as long as possible. Hence the fact that Piccolo was deliberately delaying the fight with weak attacks, exaggerated reactions to everything, and extensive dialogue.

Dabura, however, did not seem interested in dialoguing.

"Silence!" Dabura said. "Enough talking! Start fighting!"

"Yes, shut him up already!" Babidi said. "Make him pay for injuring me!"

"I just want to know how the Stone Spit—" Piccolo said.

"Here's how it works!" Dabura said. He disappeared and reappeared behind Piccolo, hitting the green man from behind. As Piccolo turned around, Dabura drew up some spit and let it fly at Piccolo's left arm.

"Oh, good shot, Dabura!" Babidi said, jumping up and down. Babidi always thought fights were exciting, especially when he wasn't in danger of being hurt.

Moving quickly, Piccolo ripped off his left arm and threw it at Dabura. The missile almost hit its target, except Dabura reached out and grabbed it from midair.

"Nice try," Dabura said. "But you'll have to throw faster than that to hit me."

Dabura smirked, then suddenly realized his mistake. He was holding Piccolo's arm, which was still slowly turning to stone. The concrete crawled from Piccolo's arm to Dabura's fingers and...

Dabura gasped as his hand turned to concrete. Piccolo gave a shout of joy, when Dabura's eyes flashed. Suddenly, the stone arm turned back to normal.

"A clever trick, but one doomed to failure," Dabura said. "You think you can use my own techniques against me? I can undo the stone enchantment whenever I want."

Darn it! I should have thrown it at his head! Piccolo thought.

"And how exactly do you 'undo the stone enchantment'?" Piccolo asked.

"Still hoping to save your friend, I see," Dabura said. "You should be more worried about yourself. With one arm, you can no longer win this fight."

"Yeah, well, I've still got a trick or two up my sleeve," Piccolo said.

"What sleeves? Your arm is missing!" Babidi said. "Kill him NOW!"

Dabura charged, and Piccolo had to quickly dodge. Piccolo wasn't used to one-armed fighting, obviously, and he was hoping to use the "reveal that I'm wearing weighted clothing" trick to buy him a minute or two so he could regenerate his arm. No such luck, obviously.

Dabura's attacks were decisive. Piccolo could almost feel his ribs crack after the second punch, and soon the Namekian was on the ground.

"Fine..." Piccolo said. "You win."

"Excuse me?" Dabura asked.

Piccolo struggled back up to his feet. "You're too strong for me," he said. "There's no way I'm going to win this battle."

"Glad to see you've accepted the inevitable!" Babidi said.

"I've got one last technique to use!" Piccolo shouted, putting his fingers to his forehead. "Special Beam Can—"

An energy blast hit Piccolo from behind. The Namekian, caught off guard, seemed to fade into nothingness as the blast hit him.

Majin Videl lowered her hand. "I think I'm getting the hang of these energy attacks," she said.

"Oh, wow! What an attack!" Babidi said. "She obliterated every bit of him! I don't see anything left!"

"Yes..." Dabura said. He noticed that Piccolo's arm seemed to have disappeared when Piccolo did. "Most curious."

Majin Videl jumped onto the arena floor. "I apologize for what happened earlier, Master Babidi. I had some...issues to work out with my father."

"And those issues have been resolved?" Babidi asked.

"Let's just say...my father will no longer be a problem," Majin Videl said.

Babidi snickered, fondly recalling the memory of his own father's death. Babidi hated the Supreme Kai, but he had to admit that the Supreme Kai did him a favor by killing Bibidi. Bibidi was a cruel creature, and Babidi was glad that he was gone for good.

"Good," Babidi said. "Videl! Dabura! Come now! Our work here is done!"

"What next, Master Babidi?" Dabura asked.

"Next, we return to the spaceship and plot out next move," Babidi said. "We still have to tell our new recruit about Majin Buu, after all."

Majin Videl frowned. "I wanted to kill Gohan," she said. "Now he's just a dumb old statue, so I can't fight him. That's so unfair!"

Dabura grinned. "I can turn him back to normal, if you'd like," he suggested.

"Yes!" Videl said. "He hurt my eyes, and it's time he—"

"Enough!" Babidi said. "We've wasted enough time here as it is. As far as I'm concerned, you've both managed to defeat the brat. Now let's go."

"Awww..." Videl said.

And that was when, for the second time that day, a healthy-sized energy blast appeared from out of nowhere and hit Babidi. The wizard was thrown headfirst into the arena wall again.

"WHO THE [bad word] DID THAT?" Babidi yelled.

"That would be me," a cocky voice said.

Babidi—and almost everyone else in the arena—looked up. Twenty feet in the air, a man with flame-shaped hair was hovering, an evil smirk on his face.

"Who—who are you?"

"My name is Vegeta," Vegeta said. "And I am the man who is going to kill you."